Marty stared at the horizon: the lush, emerald green grass swaying, the dainty forget-me-nots waving with their candy floss scent and lastly the shiny bright sapphire sky, gleaming amazingly. He heard humming: the bees fluttering near a patch of roses, the grass whispering as the wind whistled softly and the crimson pink leaves dancing to the muddy floor where the roots of the blossom tree lay. Robins hummed and sung delicately. Marty was pleased his field turned into a home for nature. Marty, who was a loving soul, swayed his hands against the flowers. The flowers bloomed peacefully as Marty stroked them softly. The mole smiled happily as he saw the blossoming gift of nature.